Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.